Dancing

Dancing

A Poem by Bella-Marie

One, two, three, four

 

I'm not bothered any more

 

Five, six, seven, eight

 

So you just want to be my 'mate'?

 

Twirl around, tap and twist

 

You so will not be sorely missed

 

Step left and right, look up and down

 

I'm moving to a brand-new town

 

Handstand, cartwheel, and french-fry

 

It's time now to exclaim

"Good-bye!"

© 2011 Bella-Marie


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Author's Note

Bella-Marie
A french-fry is a hand-stand kicking and you slowly arch over backwards. When you are in a bridge you kick back to standing. It's cool to watch.

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I like this poem, because I can relate to it, in that dance often takes away the pain of your problems, and gives you a chance to express yourself in a way words never could.

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Bella-Marie
Bella-Marie

Hamilton, Waikato, New Zealand



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See that picture? Yeah, the profile picture of me. Yeah, yeah, that one! Well, that's my cat, I know! She's so cute, eh! I love my cat, she's the bomb. No, you're cat can't me as good as mine... maybe.. more..

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